Time	Annotation	Layer
0:00	Bitterroot (i)	Lines
0:04	Work is holy	Lines
0:04	my teacher said	Lines
0:06	looking out a window	Lines
0:07	at the empty expanse	Lines
0:08	of our poems.	Lines
0:11	Beyond	Lines
0:12	where he could see,	Lines
0:13	in the arid, brush steppe	Lines
0:14	above the city	Lines
0:15	of Yakima, Washington,	Lines
0:17	the bitteroot	Lines
0:18	turned on	Lines
0:19	its primus of pink	Lines
0:20	and white light	Lines
0:22	a few hundred feet	Lines
0:23	from the interstate.	Lines
0:25	I'd worked forty years	Lines
0:27	to see a thing	Lines
0:28	so perfectly tuned	Lines
0:29	and burning clear	Lines
0:30	below a sky's blue flame.	Lines
0:35	Once a rattlesnake,	Lines
0:36	the colour of Yakima	Lines
0:38	earth lifted the ancient,	Lines
0:39	holy light of her rattle	Lines
0:41	toward me.	Lines
0:43	Through the window	Lines
0:44	in her cage, I watched	Lines
0:46	the whole desert	Lines
0:47	undulate	Lines
0:47	down the hollow	Lines
0:49	coiled length	Lines
0:49	of her body.	Lines